Paroles de Stick Stickly
I remember when I was just a boySummer afternoons would fill me up with joy
I'd sit right down, turn on the TV
Every day I'd giggle mischeviously
I remember laughing like a buffoon
when I'd watch him on Nick in the Afternoon
He was my favorite thing about Nick
Yes, that little popsicle Stick Stickly
And he'd sing
Write to me
Stick Stickly
P.O. Box 963
New York City,
New York State
10108
10108
It's been years, now, since his show has aired
We sent a letter, it got returned, and now we're scared
Where'd he go? What did they do with him
when they decided they were through with him?
Did they break him, or burn him down for heat?
And he'd say
Write to me
Stick Stickly
P.O. Box 963
New York City,
New York State
10108
10108
10108
10108
He was my favorite thing about Nick
Yes, that little popsicle Stick Stickly
And he'd sing
Write to me
Stick Stickly
P.O. Box 963
New York City,
New York State
10108
10108
It's been years, now, since his show has aired
We sent a letter, it got returned, and now we're scared
Where'd he go? What did they do with him
when they decided they were through with him?
Did they break him, or burn him down for heat?
And he'd say
Write to me
Stick Stickly
P.O. Box 963
New York City,
New York State
10108
10108
10108
10108
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